GAR
Gar walked along next to his father, his heart swinging back and forth between confidence that this was all just a hiccup and they'd probably bond that night—and certainty that it was all going wrong, and they had no chance, and everyone was going to accuse Rika of being a spy.
He groaned.
His father sighed. "Gar, I know it's hard. There's nothing worse than the things we can't control, because we want to fight—but it's like boxing with your shadow. It's relentless, and for no gain. Trust me, you'll never successfully wear out the Creator. One thing I'm certain about is that He didn't give you a mate who was going to hold back on this for no reason. There has to be a good reason for it. And when you find it out, you're going to be glad—you'll agree with Him that it was for the best. I guarantee it. Maybe all this needs is time, and a little patience."
